Ode to Vidya

No one is safe from Vidya

Nor the things she’ll do to ya.

The things that she did to me

Will become legendary.

First, she plucked my hair.

The ones, you know, 'down there'.

Next, I was whipped with a chain -

My nob'll never be the same.

She tied me with barbed wire,

Called me her bitch and set fire

To matches in all my holes.

This gave her many lolz.

She leapt and straddled my face

And sprayed my wounds with mace.

She reached down and had a taste

Of the tears running down my face.

(If you can’t cope with this now,

My abuse at the hands of this cow,

Go make your way to the exit –

‘Cos I’m not yet at the best bit.)

Then Vidya's mighty strap on

Split my arse wide open.

She made me suck upon it,

Taste my shit and vomit.

The crescendo was this:

She gave me a kiss,

Made me worship her tits.

Got kinky boots on,

Stamped on my thumb,

Then opened my bum.

Lubed up her fist,

Saw the red mist

And wouldn't desist,

Went right up inside

While I just cried

And nearly died...

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‘Vidya’s not like that’

Was the thought I had.

BUT…

From here, things only got worse -

My ball sack is now

Her purse.

Lee & Bernice - two haikus

Gazing at the floods

The huge amounts of fluid

Like Lee's orgasms

A winter's mealtime

Thoughts of hot, creamy moistness

In Bernie's deep bowl

Christa's Happy Birthday

Many happy returns

Of this: your special day.

If you're lucky, I may

Soon give you carpet burns.

I'll bend you over first

And spread your lower lips.

Soon there are a few drips;

I start to quench my thirst.

Next I put my finger

Inside your gaping hole.

(Any will suit my goal

And I'll still get bigger.)

After grabbing your tits,

I throw you to the floor.

The romance grows ever more:

Whack your face with my bits.

Then I ram it in you;

It doesn't matter where.

Hopefully you won't care

And just enjoy the screw.

When we both are finished,

You are dribbling cum.

But you are not yet done:

Lust is undiminished.

Happy birthday Christa,

Hope you have a good one.

Just to complete your fun:

Later on I'll fist ya.

Ode to Patrycja

Patty-cake, Patty-cake, here’s your treat:

Take off your shoes; I’ll massage your feet.

If you want, I’ll buy you a flower.

Or, if you prefer, give a golden shower.

Patty-cake, Patty-cake, next for you:

A nice cock ring to put my dick through.

I’ll be so hard; you can ride all night.

This may be hopeful – I think you’ll be too tight.

Patty-cake, Patty-cake, here’s my plan:

Wank me off quick, as fast as you can.

Suck me, rub me, use some velvet mitts.
Until – it won’t take long – I squirt on your tits.

Ode to Laila

Laila, I spooned you,

Cuddled up to your back.

Got an erection,

Channelled spunk up your crack.

  

Or so I wanted,

But you weren’t so keen;

Without some practice

Butt sex makes you scream.

So maybe someday

We will live my dream:

I will fuck you and
Fill your arse with cream.

Ode to Ross

Ross acts innocent,

But really he’s not.

He likes to dominate –

It gets him hot.

  

You must obey him –

Follow his commands.

Let him violate you

With both his hands.

  

If you defy him

And your role of whore,

Then so much the better:

Punish you more.

  

Next time you see him,

Remember this tale.

Whether you’re good or bad
He’ll make you wail.

Christa's Valentine

Thought you looked desperate

So I got you a card.

But please cover your face

Or else I won't get hard.

Dani's Valentine

Roses are red

My thoughts are blue.

Get your kit off

Shoot my load over you.